Talked to a gal at the title agency today, same gal who handled the title business when I bought my house... she's a looker too, just like the gal who stopped by to tour my home, there are some real fine-lookin' wimmin here in Arizona. Anyway, I'm thinking of selling my home through the title agency instead of a realtor, I spent hours reading up on capital gains taxes and whatnot, and I may be exempt from capital gains tax because I'm a complete (jobless) broked!ck, LOL, and my "tax bracket" is right down there among the poor & homeless, AYE??? At least it is right now, LOL, so all I'd hafta pay is AZ state income tax on any actual profit from the sale of my home... there's some other gubmint bull$h!t involved with "depreciation" but it didn't amount to much, and chances are I'll skip the country anyway, LOL. Go find some poor woman in a non-extradition country and buy her, the house, and two dozen kids for the equivalent of $50 USD, BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! WTF, I'll put the kids to work fishing and farming, abuse the woman even further as a sex slave, and set up a 24-hour rum or whiskey still in the woods out back... Just kidding, except for the part about BBQing the kids when things eventually get tight... "CANNIBAL HOLOCAUST" and "THE GREEN INFERNO" gots nothin' on me, LOL. Where the heck is that BBQ sauce??? Damn. On a lighter note, I went into the forest today to visit the grave of little Jingle Belle, the poor cat I lost on MLK Day due to accidental poisoning of some sort... or what some call "secondary poisoning" when a cat eats a bird or other critter which has already been poisoned, 10-4??? Spoke a few words over her grave, then drank a couple o' beers while cranking Johnny Cash on the car stereo... it was windy out there today, with clouds flyin' by and dust devils a-whirlin' through the forest, so I didn't bother taking any photos as I had planned, the ones I already posted on the Internet will have to do. Y'all may wonder why I visited the grave of my dead cat, and it's okay if y'all think I'm bat$h!t crazy, I just wanted to say "Goodbye" to little Jingles after sharing such a cool time with her... 14 months of our lives here in this earthly paradise, not so easy to forget and walk away. This tune was heard a dozen times in her honor: I couldn't find any other copy of this Johnny Cash tune on the Interwebs, and it has wholly-unrelated video to accompany the song, but to understand my mindset today as I drank a couple o' cold beers by Jingle Belle's grave, well, close your eyes and just listen to the music, 10-4??? I always thought of this particular tune as a Civil War song, even though J.C. sang his cover of the tune roughly a century later... I guess it could work as a WWI or WWII song, but to me it spoke of the Civil War when I first heard it years ago, and it still does. Gotta tell y'all, I shed a few tears today over the loss of Jingle Belle, she sure was a sweet little cat. I can be hard as nails and cruel as the grave to those who cross me or my family, but these kittehs of mine, they're like my kids, ya know??? And every time I lose one, it cuts right to my heart... little Jingles was much too young to die such a senseless and wasteful death. So much youth & vitality, so much spirit in a beautiful young creature, it really sucked to watch her die in my bathtub, knowing that there was nothing I could do except try to comfort her in her final moments... I'M OFF TO DRINK BEER AND FIGURE OUT HOW I'M GONNA SLING THIS HOUSE OF MINE, TO HECK WITH THESE GREEDY REALTOR SCUMBAGS... I'M TIRED OF DEALIN' WITH 'EM, AYE??? Edit: So I looked into the history of these lyrics, and the song was actually brought to the United States by Irish immigrants in the 1850s... it was sung in Union & Confederate campsites during the Civil War, which explains my feeling that it was a Civil War tune. It was often mistaken for a song related to WWI, but that was not the case. Ya learn something new every day, but the old stuff, it's hard to beat, which is probably why I shed a few tears today over the grave of Jingle Belle.